my body yearns for a restful calm
yet often stuck in a firestorm of discordant chords and mikado nights stepped on left toes and falsetto fights my friends give me grace, they know me best when I blurt things out or hide in my nest they know when I fly above the world a gorgeous and funny ostinato bird my husband in tandem pirouettes with me past obstacle courses, we lift off in glee we are a fine duet, though don’t always agree on the tonic note of our symphony I see both of us in our toddler too a molten swan at the age of two as birds of a feather we chirp and nest in an encore of love always praying for the best Published in Ekstasis: Firebird — Ekstasis Magazine
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